Trust

Second Sunday of Lent 2015

Which penetrated deepest,
these effects of transfiguration,
the garments white beyond bleaching,
translucent features, tongue-tied disciples,
or the Master’s own mind,
exposed to shafts of lightning
too bright for the eyes
without a candle-blackened glass,
his heart immersed in embers
that fired his prior covenant:
I come to do your will.

Unconsumed he seemed to burn,
with galaxies for kindling,
his bones and features
like radiant rays of sunrise.
In this invitation and preview
of ethereal transfiguration,
no pain or desolation could subdue
his determination and trust:
I come to do your will.

As Isaac did not flinch
in linking his faith and life to Abraham,
so Jesus, with mightier trust,
undaunted by death and minions who thrived
by methods of night,
he trusted prophets’ promise
of the third day,
as love defied the darkness:
I come to do your will.

If God will accompany me, I dare not hesitate,
the Christ would utter his choice,
with the Spirit directing and guiding,
I cannot fail this journey,
if light and heart-warmth sustain me,
I will not stand immobile.
Mount Tabor shudders a glimpse
of how to be transfigured
and rain great glory on the Father,
my fiat cannot falter:
I come to do your will, Oh God.

March 2015
Bonaventure Stefun, OFM Cap.

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